HUMOR…(or in jolly old England, humour)

Is humor just a rumor?

Or am I herein just nucking futs?

Or is it crazy and kooky, observing butts?

Questions all, queries but a few,

Is comical poetry worth anything to you?

Looking for stuff to be funny in the write,

Seems to be what I do everyday, while it is light,

But not in the dark, no definitely not when it is night,

For fearful things do come out in the dark,

Especially in this campground, yes in this park…

So little time, so much to write,

So little rhyme, so much to see, yes sight,

Nature out my window, so pretty it is to be seen,

Trees so tall, grass so green,

Rufuz does love to himself on the grass; preen…

Not meant is this poem to be humorous,

You can see I did just that quite well,

Meaning to get my point across or just,

Humor is in the reading of the reader,

Like beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

Very little beauty can be found,

In these writes it is seen that I can astound,

From the top of my long hairy head,

Right down to my long nailed toes,

And back up to the gut I got so very, very round…

                        © ed – 6/27/04